Tonight, I met the love of my life.
After work finished at about 10:30, Monika, Karlyn and I went to Clery's for a couple of drinks. We met my roommate Sarah and her work friends from her co-op (which ends tomorrow). The three of us had a couple of drinks, some laughs, love was in the air.
Someone in Sarah's party of coworkers (we'll call him wing-man), facilitated the love that will beat with the strength of 1,000 bass drums forever in my heart. This individual, my wing-man, ordered Clery's chicken fingers. I am in love.
Before, I thought of Clery's as just another bar, with a suspect crowd of former frat guys with their shaved chests and button-down shirts unbuttoned just enough to show the world that their chests are indeed shaved (in case you doubted them [how dare you doubt them, they WERE in a fraternity, jeezus]).
Well, my friends, I truly believed that Clery's was nothing speecial - that is, until I tried their chicken fingers. (And here's Monika saying, "I told you so!" the whole time, well, Monika, you need to introduce me to your friends [or favorite foods] more often, k?)
O, how I love thee, Clery's chicken fingers. Let me count the ways:
Your crispy breading causes such unfathomable moistness
The mystery sauce that I dip thee in is truly marvelous
Where did you come from? Did you sprout wings and float from heaven?
Until we meet again, stay the way you are; never change. I love you.
Those chicken fingers were fuckin' good.
Goodnight.
Going to CT for the weekend, see you on Sunday.
2 comments:
Now- If they were wrapped in Bacon....
Then they would be heaven for you.
Ha!
This was an interesting post, well written, a light sense of humor/sarcasm. Then I read this....
"Those chicken fingers were fuckin' good."
TOTALLY made the whole thing 100 times better, and actually made me LOL.
This post was fuckin' good!
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